Whether you believe in the supernatural, refuse to accept the tales, or simply enjoy a good old-family ghost story, the old estate of Langdon Hall holds a story or two for you.
It all begins with the second wife of Eugene Langdon Wilks, Marguerite Briquet who was born and raised in France but took permanent residency at Langdon Hall with her three daughters after Eugene passed away in 1934.
For years Marguerite ran the household of the grand Ontario estate. She enjoyed the immense rose gardens, entertained in the elegant dining rooms, and lived the country lifestyle. Although, as years passed and her daughters found suiters to happily marry the house became more and more empty, and Marguerite soon found herself in a large home with minimal service staff. Finally the day came in 1961 when Marguerite passed away and her daughter Catherine inherited the property. Fast forward to present day when the walls of Langdon Hall once again are filled with people enjoying the luxuries of the grand home and surrounding gardens.
Now, we have all had that feeling – a draft of cold air, the hair on your arms standing straight, or the dreadful feeling of not being alone. However, for the hotel’s housekeeping staff it was the feeling of fatigue or complaints of feeling drained that arose after cleaning Room 7. It became a common occurrence and still to this day there are even tales of guests experiencing an unexplained feeling of drowsiness. The reason? No one could quite figure it out, except for the clear fact that Room 7 was originally the bedroom of Marguerite.
The story continues with the arrival of a distant psychic who stayed at the hotel during a consultation on a local film project. She lived a distance away and had no idea about the property but arranged to have coffee with Marguerite’s eldest daughter Catherine who still lived nearby.
So the next morning over coffee, the psychic recounted the conversation she had with a lovely woman in her guest room the night prior. The woman wore a long, velvet green evening gown with very distinct pearls around her neck. As pleasant as the women was (for being a ghost), she was slightly distraught with not knowing why there were always so many people in her house these days.
After hearing an exact description of her late mother, Catherine bid the psychic farewell and went straight for the sherry in the bar!
Perhaps Marguerite loved her country estate so much that she couldn’t endure leaving. Who can blame her? With the vast gardens, elegant architecture, and reminiscence of the past the hotel has become a haven for many.
Tales of Marguerite continue to this day. They are also joined by tales from staff and guests who claim to have witnessed a young blonde child running merrily through the croquet lawn. Perhaps a coincidence, or perhaps a servant member’s child once lost to the influenza pandemic.
Whether the tales are believed or not, it is hard to deny the fact that Marguerite truly loved her country estate. Do you dare stay the night in Room 7?